The Governor reclined on his couch and contemplated his new Hibernian slave. Her original name was Fedlimid, but no one remembered that. The Governor had renamed her Cula, from the Latin culus or ass. It was the girl’s buttocks that had impressed him when he first saw her in the slave market…
It was only the slave’s second week in his household. She came untrained, as he had ordered. The training sessions were interesting, the Governor always thought. Why would anyone want to miss them and give the trainer all the fun?
Training in the second week included a severe flogging session every lunch-time.
The girl was stripped and tied to a flogging cart, which was wheeled into the atrium or central patio before lunch.
The session began with a painful whipping of her back, especially the buttocks. This was always performed by the Governor’s chief slave.
The whole household was expected to gather to watch the flogging, during which the girl screamed and begged for mercy.
In the second part of the session the Governor’s aged counselor conducted a brief conversation with the girl. His intention was to turn the slave’s private life into a public life.
On this occasion the subject was masturbation.
Decimus Dresus contemplated the slave’s shapely buttocks and was intrigued. He liked the deep dark crack in them too…
“Show me your ass,” he ordered. “Hold your cheeks apart and show me where a woman’s turds come from.”
Anna the Briton obeyed, showing him her wrinkly anus, still virgin…
“Turn round. Stick your tits out.”
The girl obeyed, arching her back…
“Pull your sex lips apart!”
Anna glanced nervously at the slave dealer, who nodded. She pulled her lips apart and showed him the soft gentle pink of her lips… He licked his own lips unconsciously…
Anna hoped he would buy her. She had not asked to be a slave, but she was a slave, and there were probably worse Masters than this one. At least he was young. And he did not look like a brothel owner, which was what she dreaded most.
Decimus Dresus had inherited his money from his father, a merchant who dealt in garum, a salty sauce made from the entrails of fish. Patricians used it to spice up their meals, partly because they considered it an aphrodisiac. Decimus thought this was nonsense. What made the meals aphrodisiac, he thought, was the way they were served by naked-breasted slave girls who later in the meal offered you figs and dates from their naked cunt lips and who were stripped completely naked and flogged and fucked after the meal… But the garum made a lot of money for his father, and the money gave him all the tits and cunts and asses he could dream of, which was a lot of tits and cunts and asses, so he had nothing against it…
Decimus realized that he had an aching hard-on that was bothering him and he took it out and began fondling it…
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Sometimes captured women were exhibited on a special wooden frame on wheels, four at a time. The frame was appreciated by the largely drunken crowd because from wherever you sat in the Coliseum you got a good view of at least one naked slave. The frame was painful for all three girls, but for the girl on the front it was especially painful…
The unfortunate woman was tied so that her body was arched backwards, pushing her cunt out. Just below her cunt was a pole into which sharp pointed nails had been driven. The girl struggled against cramp and soon had difficulty holding her vagina above the nails. On a signal from the Emperor, the flogging began.
The flogging was performed with long swishy sticks. There were no rules about which part of the body should be punished because all parts were punished…
From time to time an official fingered the girls’ cunts and if he found one that was especially wet and juicy, he announced it to the crowd. The crowd would choose which of the girls would be penetrated at the end of the flogging sessions.
The girl on the nails was usually a feisty warrior from some Gallic tribe. When the flogging stopped for the other girls, it continued for her. At least two men worked on her breasts with cats o’nine-tails.
With the new influx of slaves after the Gallic War, whorehouses found it easier to change girls more frequently. It was one of the worst fates for captured women. They knew that they would be used day and night because new women were always the most popular in brothels.
Antonius was a brothel owner and an experienced slave trainer. He wanted to work fast this time to get the girls into his brothel as soon as possible.
He subjected them to merciless sessions of physical abuse, so intense that he had to let the girls rest for a few minutes from time to time because he was afraid of doing them permanent damage.
He watched as one of the girls tried to keep her vagina off the sharp edge of a marble block. He brought his riding crop down from time to time with no warning, to ensure that the girl would move and feel the sharp edge of her clitoris.
“Say, I’m a slut!” he ordered.
“I’m a slut! I’m a slut! Don’t hit me please! Take me off here! I’ll do everything you say!”
Jasmine thought she was in love and consented to visit the Sultan’s village in the middle east. When she arrived however, she found that this would be no golden fairy-tale dream but a black nightmare of rape and torture. Jasmine was to become just another prostitute rented out to anyone who could afford her. But she must be broken first. The Sultan summoned his trainers to help break her spirit. Holding her hair in a vice-like grip the Sultan yanked her face up to his hard cock. When the first man pushed his cock into her cunt, Jasmine screamed. With her mouth open the Sultan shoved his prick between her waiting lips.
“If I feel one tooth I will impale you on a stake in the village square,” whispered the Sultan, “it will take you three days to die.”
Now in fear for her very life, Jasmine began to suck and fuck as best she could. The tears coursed down her cheeks as first one man then another and another took turns spending their seed in her ass, and cunt or over her face and into her waiting mouth. She forgot about her own will and thought only of satisfying these men who held her life in the balance. After her first three hour session of rape and torture she lay panting; covered with the filth of fifty men.
“That was your introduction, my western bitch, now word will spread. From now on you will spend days on end being used for every perverted pleasure conceivable. Welcome to the middle east my white whore!”
They held out as long as they could, but soon the new slaves began to plead for an end to the beating.
“I will stop only if you promise to always do as you are told” said the old man.
“Yes! Please!! Anything… We’ll do anything you ask!”
The two slaves were released from the chains and lowered onto their hands and knees. The old man parted his robes exposing his erect cock. Weeping openly now the two girls crawled forward and took the large cock and balls into their mouths. Soon the old man began to groan as his seed pumped into one slave’s mouth. She swallowed it all; not wasting a single drop. “I’ll take them both. Give them my brand, pierce their cunts and nipples and remove their clits. They will be presents for my wife who wishes to have her own harem.”
The robed women were lined up and forced to watch as two of the freshly caught slaves were burned alive by the heathen army.
Anya and Lania screamed madly as the flames slowly consumed their flesh. “PLEEEEASE! AAAAAUGHM Please kill us PLEEASEM”
“No my little virgins,” laughed the Bedouin chieftan, “you are the example to all the other slaves. They will obey or face the same death!”
One by one the slaves were stripped and raped. The screams of the burning sisters rang in their ears as the soldier’s cum filled their innocent young bodies.
“Do it whore,” said Husam, “Lick your sister’s cunt while I whip her pale white tits! I will give you one minute to make her cum in your mouth. If you fail, I will slice off her clit and feed it to my dogs.”
Even though it disgusted her, Belinda leaned in and began to lick the folds and the bud of her sister’s slit as Husam began to whip her breasts harder with each stroke.
Belinda worked her lips and tongue feverishly as her sister screamed at first in agony but soon in ecstasy as well.
Suddenly Belinda felt her sister’s hips thrust forward against her mouth as began to cum. Belinda clamped her lips over her sister’s flowing sex and sucked all the juices into her mouth. Then she opened her mouth and showed Husam her sister’s cum now cradled onto her tongue. “Very good little slave. Now let’s see how you suck cock.”
Too afraid to refuse Belinda opened her mouth as Husam parted his robes. After only a moment of licking his massive member Belinda felt him spew against the back of her throat!
“Aaaah! You are very skilled little whore. My wives will very much enjoy your talents while I am away.”
Move faster! Move faster you, Christian cunts! The last girl who gets there will be the personal fuckpet of my entire caravan!
“How many more strokes do you want slave? If I hear another sound out of you I will bring out the flogger with the knotted ropes and then I will get to watch you bleed as well my little whore. Now you start counting again, when you reach number twenty in complete silence you bend over, put your tits flat on the bench, rise your white ass and ask me politely to fuck your asshole again. Ready?”
“I just love hurting these fat mammaries of yours. Just look at the way they quiver and jiggle when I prod them with this wooden spike. Normally I shove these under a prisoner’s fingernails, but for you my dear, I think I’ll shove it right through your nipple. Yeah, I bet it’s really going to hurt. You’ll have to let me know how it feels once you’ve stopped screaming.”
“You had your chance to be a favored concubine, but now you’re lower than the lowest slut slave of my villa! You’re not fit to fuck dogs or pigs, my little whore! I’ll take my revenge out of your pretty, white skin before I fuck you raw and bloody!”